Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again. Where? I don't know.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 713 | 2014-03-26 22:00:17 | 94.10 | 92% |
| 37 | 2009-05-19 18:02:16 | 36.00 |